Literary
journalism may not be dead, but it's certainly
been quiet over the past decade or so. A
glance at the winners of recent national
magazine awards, or even a gander at the
top-notch glossies, supplies plenty of evidence
that the watchword for journalists has gone
from "literary" to "service," as in catering -- to
advertisers, special interest groups, corporate
owners and, somewhere down the list, after
the cultural common denominators and
demographics have been determined, the
reader.
A more pleasing way of soaking up this stark
and obvious fact can be found in reading The
Art of Fact , a wonderful anthology of literary
journalism edited by Kevin Kerrane and Ben
Yagoda. The 61 pieces collected here, dating
from 1725 to this decade, enrich rather than
cater. Chestnuts abound -- there's Jimmy
Breslin interviewing JFK's gravedigger, Ron
Rosenbaum uncovering Yale's Skull and
Bones club 20 years ago (he never got better
than this) and Tom Wolfe's magnificently
nonsensical profile of 1964's "Girl of the
Year," the now-forgotten Jane Holzer. It is
impossible to imagine that last piece being
considered by any of the more careful
magazines today -- just witness the first
sentence: "Bangs manes bouffants beehives
Beatle caps butter faces brush-on lashes ...
aren't they super-marvelous?"
John Hersey's searing account of the survivors
in Hiroshima is also included, along with an
equally devastating piece on Tiananmen
Square by John Simon (he saves one soldier
from being ripped to shreds by an angry mob
and recounts the fate of two others). A real
find is Ernest Hemingway on a Japanese
earthquake, written when he was 24 for the
Toronto Daily News . Flip a few pages and
compare that with Lilian Ross' devastating
profile of Hemingway written for the New
Yorker 25 years later. The wealth of talent
and ability on display is such that the table of
contents alone is enough to urge one to pick
this book up. Among those included: Bill
Buford, Tracy Kidder, Gay Talese, Hunter S.
Thompson, Joan Didion, Norman Mailer,
George Orwell, Jack London and Steven
Crane.
There are some curious omissions -- notably
work from gifted young writers such as David
Foster Wallace, Martin Amis, Tom Junod,
David Remnick and, most surprisingly, Alec
Wilkinson. Jeffrey Bernard, whose "Low Life"
column for the British Spectator has to be the
most literate column going, doesn't appear
either. Older work is unearthed such as
Boswell, Dafoe and Dickens, but no mention
is made of Oscar Wilde's quite wonderful
interview with himself in the St. James
Gazette in 1895. There are one too many
novel excerpts and certain selections smack of
careless PC scouring -- witness Lawrence Otis
Graham's 1993 piece for New York magazine
on being a yuppie in Harlem, a tidy enough
story idea the execution of which simply pales
next to the work of Tim O'Brien, Ben Hecht
or Joseph Mitchell (all included).
Both editors make stabs at defining literary
journalism. The two phrases that leap off the
page are "making facts dance" and Ezra
Pound's definition of literature, "news that
stays news." A more satisfying definition, of
course, lies in the work itself and in the
curious irony that Yagoda and Kerrane, in
turning their backs on the current vogue for
service, have offered a true service. Yagoda
states his mission as an attempt to "make the
case that literary journalism exists, and is not
an oxymoron." Happily, he and his colleague
have succeeded. -- Salon
There is a lot of wonderful writing here, but the book is organized more as a textbook than as a collection for general readers. The headnotes not only are sketchily biographical but often furnish pithy, stylistic particulars about technique when the writer displays an approach that sets off his or her work from others'. Yet despite the care in the selection of historical extracts (from Defoe to Jack London) as well as of more contemporary examples, there are no explanatory notes. The journalists represented are both name figures, such as Hemingway and Mailer, and top newspaper and magazine pros; and the selections range from appalling to moving to hilarious. Although many memorable lines are too idiosyncratic to be lessons to aspiring writers, Rosemary Mahoney's description of two Irishwomen--one with short hair "laid on in clumps, like sod," the other with longer hair "like Spanish moss"--inspires admiration. Perhaps the shortest and certainly among the best is Michael Winerip's 800-word column from the New York Times in 1987, "Holiday Pageant: The Importance of Being Bluebell," a gem of observation, selective quotation and sensitivity. As the editors Kerrane (Dollar Sign on the Muscle ) and Yagoda (Will Rogers ) demonstrate, there is an art of fact. (Aug.)
Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
The authors (both English and journalism, Univ. of Delaware) compiled this excellent anthology for their students in a college course in literary journalism. In their introductions, they define literary journalism as factual, innovative, and current stories about an event, making the point that this "new" journalism is not really new but has been practiced for many years. The journalists included range from Charles Dickens and Jack London to Gay Talese and Joan Didion. Kerrane and Yagoda give brief biographies of the writers, usually telling why they chose the particular work, when the piece was written, and where it first appeared. This book is recommended for journalism collections but it could easily find interested readers in most libraries.Rebecca Wondriska, Trinity Coll. Lib., Hartford, Ct.